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Ffa
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ffa은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2021년 7월 15일일에 jahhlu in partnership with Equity Distribution에서 발매되었습니다.Ffa - Single
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발매일2021년 7월 15일
라벨jahhlu in partnership with Equity Distribution
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Jahhlu
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Jaheim Hughes
Jaheim Hughes
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W-w-w-why you talking? Just run my one on one
B-b-bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-i-if you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Patek, Patek, Patek, bitch, he got it and he got a gun
I don't care if you die-ie-ie
I got a chop’ by my si-i-ide
Play with me, you gon' die-ie-ie-ie
I-I-I just walked up in the room, with a Glocky in the front
K-keep an AK-47 like a motherfuckin' Russian
T-t-turn on that JAHHLU, "Goddamn, this buss!'"
You say you pop out at the function, when I pulled up, **** wasn't there
When I see him, it's on sight, I don't care if your lil' cousin there
Got Dolce and Gabbana, lil' **** got like a dozen pair
We just killed him in the lobby with a shotty, and it wasn't fair
I-I-I-I-I don't care
Y-yeah, I'm Endi, I'm his little bro
N-N-Nerf Gun pointed at his middle toe
Sh-sh-she a thot, she a little ho
I-i-in my room watchin' XVideos (B-bro, what?)
When I pull up on the block, I got my choppa, let it spray
If you get too close to Endi, I'ma punch you in your face
I got blicky in my pocket, it's gon' take him away
Me and Scare making plays like every day
I-I-I, I don't really know why-y-y
You must wanna die-ie-ie
Bro got blicked outside, I-I-I-I
W-w-w-why you talking? Just run my one on one
B-b-bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-i-if you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Patek, Patek, Patek, bitch, he got it and he got a gun
I don't care if you die-ie-ie
I got a chop’ by my si-i-ide
Play with me, you gon' die-ie-ie-ie
Pack, pack, got a pack in the mail
Better repent or you're goin' to Hell
Smoke in the air, I forgot how to smell
Treat you like Monopoly, I send you to jail
Smokin' pack so I can not feel my face
Sometimes I wanna go MIA
Put a choppa to yo' ass if you wanna play
Huh-huh, hah-hah
And I punch a little boy on the way, huh-uh
And I'm never lackin', 'cause I'm quick to up that gun
If you wanna play with me, know you're done
Know you're done, done (Yeah, yeah)
C-c-choppa break him like a Kit Kat
Talk down on me, lil' boy, you better quit that
Posted up with gang, we don't got time for chit-chat
One wrong move and we gonna blow your wig back
Feel like JAH 'cause I got that .223
On me, and you know I up the choppa, let it sing
And I feel like ericdoa, move like a zombie
And you know I feel like Nimstarr, rockin' the Nikes
I'ma drop, yeah, yeah, yeah, we gotta go
We're with endi, that's just little bro
I-i-i-in the cut, we can't let 'em escape
G-g-g-got a choppa, wrap a .221 just right to yo' brain
Bleep-bloop, blop-blop, in New York, I milly rock
Pop-pop-pop, just couple shots, I-I-I think that I'm findin' blocks
I-I-I'ma watch the body drop, don't come lookin', I'm at the top
I ain't ever gonna stop, uh-uh-uh
Hold up, hold up, hold up, pull up and watch 'em run
Slip a couple punches, knock 'em out 'cause it's a 1v1
K-k-kick 'em on the baseline, punch 'em when I hear them drop
They all wanna (Oh-oh), go, come have some fun
They say that they like me, but I know they hate me
I-I, JAHHLU's here with the gun
W-w-when he pulls the trigger, everybody knows you're done
G-g-got your brain, cut out, please stop actin' dumb
A-a-a-and I'm back on this shit, I know you pissed o-o-off
Get to sparkin', get to barkin' like the big dog
Twenty three bullets finna make 'em Crip Walk
Pull up on 'em, actin' quiet, but I let this stick talk
Choppa big dog, up it, let this bitch bark-ark-ark
Don't let me catch you lackin' when it's pitch da-dar-dark
Stretch pack in this bitch, smell like big fart-art-art
We be stompin' on the block, lemme Pixar-ar-ar
I got diamonds, lil' kid, it where my wrist are
You can try to piss me off, but you won't get far
And I'm playin' with that bitch like a guitar
I put a scope on my choppa so I hit far
Beat a **** ass, I don't need a fuckin' gun
**** talkin' shit, but he can't handle one on ones
Up the fuckin' Smith, ****, you better go get you one
Touch my **** JAH, then you bet your fucking life is done
Hey, li-li-li-like, do we have a problem?
My **** can get right, if you wanna solve 'em
Shakin' shit like Harlem, rob 'em then we got 'em
Chillin' in a VC with my **** 'cause we awesome
You wanna be me, but you're a no-life
If you-if you want my money, you can get right
Smokin' on that fuckin' gas, think I'm gonna fly
My **** stay out goin' with me, I'm gonna stop for red lights
Smack that **** grandma
B-b-bitch, we got the choppa with a hammer
We got a scope with a beam, it can blam ya
If you couldn't tell, we don't give a damn, uh
Patek, Patek, Patek, got' buy at the store
You can check my catalog, no toe-to-toe
And when we uppin' automatics, bitch, we up the score
That boy endi right about XVideos (B-bro, what?)
Damn, just pop a titty, ho
Y-y-you was talkin' shit, I'm in your city, ho
T-t-take a blick and put it to yo' smitty, ho
With a, with a white bitch, she in the committee, ho
Yeah, boy, you goin' packin' without me?
Fuck a 1v1, bitch, we goin' 3v3
Ten toes on me, I got her fuckin' on me
Got a Glocky with a scope, gonna shoot you with ease
JAHHLU, bronclair, we the ultimate team
Call up **** endi, got me all my memes
Don't run, Fendi, gon' run up my jeans
Yeah, us, J with the plain white tee
If you want a feat, you gotta pay a fee
Takin' yo' bitch out on a shopping spree
This shit not really, uh, what it seems
So much ice on me, call me Mr. Freeze
Yeah, I feel like two shots, we gon' knock it and spray
Hit 'em in the head, now he can't think the same
Stop talkin' down on me, ****, we not the same
Yeah, nova in the back, he gon' show you real pain
At yo' brodie, yeah, we shootin' with the Glocks, yeah
T-t-talkin' shit, pussy ****, you get popped, yeah
AR in the back, we sprayin' down your block, yeah
He thought he God, I don't know what he thought, yeah
Feelin' untouchable, I took his jaw
See his body, got 'em straight to his mind
Thought he God, but he ain't know a lot
Spittin' flames, they talkin' they mind
Hah, yeah, hah
No, I don't give a fuck
Run around with the gang, countin' V-Bucks
Talk shit, but you really wanna be us
Hangin' out with JAH, bitch, we on the fuckin' Battle Bus
W-what's up? Hey, bitch, what you wanna do?
I'ma seal it with my Glock like Gorilla Glue
G-g-got a pistol in the back, I'ma let it shoot
A-a-aim precise, pussy boy, you know you're gone through
Hey, and you know that shit is terminal
Pu-pu-put the choppa to his head, I'm a criminal
Where'd he go? B-b-bitch, you'll never know
Bitch, you'll never know
W-w-w-why you talking? Just run my one on one
B-b-bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-i-if you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Patek, Patek, Patek, bitch, he got it and he got a gun
I don't care if you die-ie-ie
I got a chop’ by my si-i-ide
Play with me, you gon' die-ie-ie-ie
Written by: Jaheim Hughes
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